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• What do you mean by that, soldier?
• Watch your tongue.
• Wait, don't kill me! I won't die in disgrace just to protect some rich politician. I...I never met the guy, but he signed his letters "Minister Arton." He paid me to order the Falcons into that ambush.
• What would a Krytan minister gain from their deaths?
• Help me!
• You want me alive to testify, you mean. Fine. I won't die in disgrace just to make some rich politicians richer. It was Arton. Minister Arton ordered the Falcons into that ambush.
• When a whole company of Seraph die, people notice. I heard the ministers used the death of Falcon Company to blame the Queen for wasting troops and funds in Ebonhawke.
• So that was the plan. Make the queen look bad, and turn the populace against the treaty negotiations with the charr.
• That's no excuse. The law will deal with you now.
• All right, fine! I won't die here, not like this. Minister Arton ordered the Falcons into that ambush.
• What? Why would a Krytan minister order a Seraph company to their deaths?
• You're right about that much. My soldiers think I'm hard on them, and I am. But it's because I care about them. We were low on supplies, weapons, influence... Minister Arton turned everything around, just to see Falcon Company dead.
• Look, I'm a soldier. I follow orders, and this one came from a minister! I sacrificed Falcon Company for the good of Kryta, and I've spent every day since wiping out the centaurs that killed them to make up for it!
• As if anything could. Why did a Krytan minister want a Seraph company dead?
• I've told you everything I know. What are you going to do with me now? Kill me?
• No. I want to see you tried publicly—for Falcon Company's honor.
• I just deliver you to justice. Whatever happens next is up to the tribunal.
• Chin up, Tervelan. At least the jail's got better rations than the outposts.
• No, we'll let the law deal with him.
• Antique Golden Ascalonian Ring
• And you got a promotion out of it, didn't you? You disgust me.
• Disgraceful. You'll be tried for your crimes.
• Wall Fragment
• Ruined Wall
• Crumbling Wall
• Ancient Wall
• Hold the line! Let none pass!
• Please, just stay here.
• I was journeying to Eldvin Monastery to partake in an ale tasting when I, well, I lost my way. That was a few days ago. I came across these creatures, and figured I could assist them. Pff.
• You're far off the mark. Good luck.
• I never knew a pile of parts could get so angry! I wonder where it channels the energy from?
• Okay, people, we want to build an abomination. Where do we start?
• Parts!
• That's right! Congratulations, you're not fired yet.
• You two, go out there and don't return until you have parts.
• Part hunt!
• So glad I signed up for this assignment.
• Like you had anything better to do.
• Nice. Let's just get this over with.
• Here are the undead parts you requested.
• I don't request. I demand.
• Seems like you got just enough. Too bad. I was really looking forward to firing someone today.
• It's alive! Ah, ha, ha, ha!
• Wait, it's really alive?
• Oh, my.
• The foot bone's connected to the leg bone.
• The leg bone's connected to the backbone.
• The back bone's connected to the neck bone.
• Why do I feel like singing?
• Is it a problem if we're missing a few bones?